[Serious] People who have watched someone or something die, how did you feel at that moment? and how do you feel now?

I watched my beloved dog of 14 years go to sleep and never wake up again. He was old, ill, and suffering so I made the decision to put him down and to be there with him while it happened. The first injection knocked him out. The second one ended his life. It was devastating, but also a relief because he had been in pain for so long. I cried and cried and cried and stayed with him for a long time. My heart was broken for many months, and home didn't feel like home anymore. That was ten years ago. I still miss him, but my heart isn't broken now.

The worst part wasn't watching him pass, it was the back and forth in deciding what to do - what was best for him versus what was best for me. I wanted to keep him with me forever but that was just selfish. : (

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Had to put our family dog down. She was so sweet and trusting. They gave her the shot and all her limbs stretched out and got stiff. I cried my fucking eyes out after seeing it. I felt so bad. I did not enjoy and still makes me all teary eyed.

My two dogs got poisoned and died the same day. Both in my arms. They had been growing worse and worse for two days so I suppose I had time to make peace with it. I was surprisingly stoic the whole time, performing CPR when they passed out, cleaning the drool from their mouths, checking up on them, force feeding them. I felt hopeless when they died. I didn't cry partly because I had my family around me and I didn't want them to see me cry.

When I was in Elementary school I had cat named Buster who was maybe about 8 months old. He ended up being an outside cat because my parents told me so. Well I had a bad feeling about putting him outside because I didn't know how he would react. That time I had that bad feeling became that morning I saw him laying in our backyard under the tree and I went outside to say hi and pet him and to my horror and disbelief I seen him lay there panting for breath and not moving very much. I was then scared and confused and sad because I knew my cat was dying and I didn't know what to do. I ran inside to get my mother and when I came back his breaths were shorter and upon further inspection it looks like he had been hit by a car because his back leg was twisted up and I seen that his lungs were caved in. I then began to watch him take is last breath and I saw his eyes stay open permanently. I started to cry because I had lost my first cat my friend my pal. I immediately blamed my parents because they told me to put him outside and I remembered being angry for a while.

To this day I still remember Buster and his cute meow and I think that's why I prefer cats over dogs. I currently have three cats in my house and I love them all very much!

I watched my grandmother die. I was sitting next to her in the hospital. She had been there for two weeks. One minute she was breathing and the next she just wasn't, nothing spectacular, she just stopped. It was boxing day, I had spent christmas day with her. I think she held on for christmas day just so she wouldn't spoil it for people. She smiled and nodded at the gifts and cards but you could tell she was in a lot of pain. She had liver and kidney failure, she was 91 years old.

She raised me and I was absolutely devastated and I miss her terribly. The grief was sudden and shocking - even though I knew she didn't have long left, my brain didn't really seem to grasp it until she was gone. I was definitely in denial. I still miss her and I often see or do something I wish I could share with her but the logical part of me knows that 91 is a great age and she knew she was loved.

I watched both my mother and my cat of 18 years die. Strangely it was my cat that affected me the most.

My mom had bad ms for a long time and the doctors had done what they could but we all knew she was dying and had come to terms with it.

My cat on the other hand...I felt completely responsible for looking after her. I had to make the decision that extending her life wasn't financially possible and that the vet needed to put her out of her misery. It still bothers me.

Toni was a part of my life for so long and it felt like I'd failed her. I decided after that I wouldn't get another pet. It just hurt too much.

My dad was on home hospice for a couple of months. I was doing the night watch. He became unconscious and a couple of days later I was doing night watch. He was breathing one moment, and gone the next. He had been ill for several years and suffered a lot. I was sad for my family, but relieved for him. I'm in the medical field so I see a lot of death. It's sad, but part of life.

I know im about 4 months to late to the thread and I dont know if anyone will read this but yesterday I watched my cat get hit by a car. It then proceeded to have what looked like a seizure and flail around in a puddle of its own blood. Id like to think that he died pretty fast and needless to say I feel like shit because I really wish I didn't have to see that, he was family after all. Really though, I feel really bad for his brother since he's all alone now, he doesn't even know what happened. He saw his best friend leave and he just sorta never came back. I've had them both since they we're babies so that was about 6 years ago. I don't really know what to do now I guess I just need to get over it and hope my other cat doesn't die from depression.